Spring Creek and a Poem

Spring Creek

I Am

I am the light that flickers luminous, upon the rippled water

I am the gentle breeze that tickles the nape of your neck

I am the happy smile of a child singing a riddle

I am the billowing clouds that roll across the very top of the mountain pines

I am the fiery glint of a reflection of the rising sun across the valley

I am the dog's white mane ruffling as she runs, full out

I am a baby’s gentle sigh

I am the hand of a friend slipped into yours during prayer-eyes shut.

I am the moon as it lingers.